Page 55 of Born to Scar

“Oh, baby girl, this isn’t punishment. You’ll get so much pleasure from it,” Cam croons. “Come to the edge of the bed.” Cam points to where he wants me. I crawl to him and kneel, meeting his gaze.

“Strip,” Jared commands. As I start to pull my shirt over my head, he stops me. “A show for a show, Indy.” Jared’s voice cuts through me. I don’t fucking strip. My eyes move between theirs, but there’s nothing to find except longing. If they see what I feel, neither of them shows it. I could stop this. I could use my safe word. I should use my safe word.

I’m not using my safe word on this. They aren’t him. They aren’t going to hurt me. I’m safe with them.

“If you want a fucking show of it, you need to give me some music.” They light up, wicked smiles crossing their faces.

“What do you want, Indy?” Cam croons.

“‘Blood’ by In This Moment.” I smirk. We all have different music tastes, and it’s safe to say mine is heavy and sometimes obscene, but I fucking love it.

The guys are about to have their whole worlds fucking rocked, with a lot of “fuck you.” The song starts, and I sway my hips sitting on my knees in bed. The lyrics start, and their whole demeanor changes. I smirk at them with a devil’s grin, but they keep watching.

I will pay for this, but I’m giving them the show they want, aren’t I? I’m fucking killing it too. By the end, I’m naked in the bed, practically dry-humping the bedding, with my ass in their faces.

The music cuts, and I lie back on the pillows with my legs spread. Both sets of eyes narrow on me. My fingers slide down until my hands rest on my upper thighs. “What now, good boys?” I ask through a laugh.

“What was that, Indy?” Jay asks.

“I. Do. Not. Strip,” I punctuate each word, arching my brow.

“You liked it, though. You’re fucking good at it. You should take some shifts at T and G, little whore.”

I smirk, feeding into my sass. “Is that what you’d like? Me on that stage showing all of this to strangers?” My fingertips travel the length of my body. “I’m sure I could make decent money doing it.” Jay’s smirk drops. I didn’t think so.

“Do you fuck yourself, thinking about us?” Cam asks, cutting the tension.

I nod. “Of course.”

“You’re not lying behind your man-hating persona, are you?”

My brows shoot to the top of my head, but I laugh. “Oh! Pretty boy, I always have two dicks at my disposal. I love men. My men,” I croon, pointing between them as if they needed to know who I was talking about.

He chuckles. “Show us.”

I quirk my brow. “Show you what?”

“What you do.”

I nod and crawl over to my drawer, pulling out my human-like dildo with the remote and lube. Turning the dong on, I lube it and myself up. I align it to my entrance but pull back. Adjusting the vibe, I put the head on my clit and bite back a moan. Circling the head around my center, I slide it as a real cock would glide over me. I moan again, pressing it to my entrance, pumping it gently, the head barely going in.

Looking up, both men are entranced, stroking themselves slowly, almost on instinct, without thought. I push it in a little at a time and groan, bucking my hips up. “Yes,” I whisper, pumping the dick, holding it by the suction cup. My hips thrust to meet it, rubbing my clit with my other hand. “Fuck yes.”

Turning the thrust on, I see both of their eyes widen. “Oh fuck,” Jay groans, “it fucks her.” Three clicks put the thrust on the setting I like, and a moan rips through my lips. I fuck myself on my back, giving them the show they want. But I need more. I flip to my stomach to get what I’m after.

“Jesus,” Cam whispers.

I fuck the toy until I fall over the edge. Coming back down, I still want more. I start again, until my next orgasm rips through me.

“Yes, Indy. Don’t stop,” Jay says, as the bed dips under his weight when his lips press to the back of my thigh. I shiver at his touch, a full-body tremor.

Cam lands on the other side of me. “Fuck, baby girl. This is so fucking hot. I like the way you think about us.”

I keep going until another orgasm tears through me. Panting and sensitive, I pull the dildo out and turn it off. Jay shoves himself into my pussy before I can move. He pumps relentlessly. I moan, meeting every thrust.

“Dude, let me in,” Cam snaps. Jay flips us, so I’m riding him. “Jay, I⁠—”

“Cam, do it,” I murmur.